There comes a time when your beloved changes their name in your head. At first they are, “name” and it is filled with bits of information and memories: you met her at a coffee shop, her dad does this, she said this the first time you met, and so forth.

But when you really love her, and you’ve slept with her for the first time, and spent time together, then her name takes on its own meaning in your language. Just like a tree is “tree” or chocolate is “chocolate,” she is her name and nobody else will ever have that name in your mind.